“You know what I’m talking about!” Kiara shouted. “You took him from that cruise and never looked back. You took him, refiled him, erased us! You raised him like he was yours!” Her voice cracked and broke. “You stole my baby.” Her words echoed against the walls like gunshots.
Lucy’s mouth hung open. Robert’s fists clenched. But it was Daisy who stepped forward, trembling. “We didn’t steal him,” she said, voice quiet. “Please. Let me explain.” Kiara opened her mouth to interrupt, but Daisy’s voice cut through with a strange, calm finality. “You think we planned this? That we wanted this?”